27. Nick #2
I wrap her thong around my dick, pumping myself in my hand. June whimpers, straddling me again, and bats my hand away. My thigh muscles tense as her small hand works me over. I put my hand on hers, showing her how I like it.
“Like this?” she pants, pupils blown, hand rough and steady on my cock.
She’s … “Perfect.”
I cup her ass again, sliding my hand to her pussy, and rubbing her clit from behind. She whimpers, leaning into me. “What happens next? When we’re caught in the storm.”
One side of my mouth ticks up. I should’ve known she’d like play-acting.
I snake my free hand under her shirt, pushing her bra up. Her nipple’s so tight between my fingers. I pluck at it in time with circling her clit. She rises up on her knees, a moan shredding her throat, before she grinds herself into my hand. “Thunder cracks right over us. You get scared.”
One of her hands goes to my shoulder to steady herself. “So I climb into your lap. Because you’ll keep me safe.”
I tip my head back to look up at her. “I’ll keep you forever, angel. If you let me.”
Her mouth crashes against mine, and I swear I feel it. Her hope, her fear, her longing, in every brush of her lips and curl of her tongue. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that we’re in the basement of Zimmerman, that someone could walk in at any second, and I just don’t fucking care.
I need her so god damn badly, need to feel her come on my fingers, need to feel her tight little pussy squeeze me when I fuck into her. I need her as close as humanly possible, and it’s still not enough.
June breaks our kiss, and I grumble. She laughs, of course she laughs. But I love the sound of it too much. “Let me show you how much I want that,” she whispers.
Her hand trails from my chest to my stomach, then my thighs as she slides down, kneeling on the tile floor.
I tilt her face up to mine with a grip on her chin. “I want to make you come.”
“You will.” She smiles, so bright and full of mischief. “But I get to go first.”
I keep my hold firm on her chin. “Who decided that?”
“Please?” She licks her lips
“Not fair, you know I’ll give you anything you want when you beg.”
“Please, let me take you in my mouth.”
I’m close to blowing just hearing her beg to suck my cock. My thumb skates up to her lips, and her tongue licks out, swirling, until I shudder. “You want it so bad you’re on your knees, in the basement of Zimmerman, begging to suck me off?”
“Uh huh,” she pants, barely even a word, just her raw need. I let go of her chin, and she immediately leans forward, licking up the underside of my dick, a whine building in her throat.
I grab onto her thong, sticky with both of us, and keep hold of it. She’s not getting it back. She takes me deep until I hit the back of her throat, and I groan at how good she feels. “I love watching my cock slide between your pretty lips.”
She moans around me, and the vibration has me white-knuckling the back of the bench. One hand strokes me along with her tongue, and the other slips between her thighs.
“Fuck, are you getting off sucking my dick, angel?”
She trembles and whimpers as her eyes lock on mine, and she’s fucking gorgeous like this. June gives a nod, and the smile that will be my undoing, as the hand between her legs moves faster.
“You can touch yourself, but you can’t come,” I tease.
She makes a dismayed noise in her throat but doesn’t pull off my cock.
“That’s right, you’ll be a good girl and let me take care of you.” My hand slides into the soft waves of her hair, my grip loose, just needing to hold onto her. Her tongue flicks the underside of my dick, and the base of my spine tingles. I’m so close. “Where do you want me to come?”
Her eyes snap to mine as she takes me even deeper.
I trace one finger down her neck. “Fuck, you’ll let me paint your throat?”
That’s all it takes for me to come. The grip of her throat is tight as she swallows, milking every last drop until I’m spent, and panting.
June sits back on her heels, a satisfied smile as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“You’re beautiful on your knees for me, angel.” I pull her up against me, kissing her deeply and thoroughly. “And you taste like me.”
“Teenage Junie definitely wasn’t as good at that as I am now,” she laughs.
“Doesn’t matter. Teenage me would’ve lasted two seconds in your hot mouth.”
“You better not last two seconds, now.” She rubs her bare pussy against my cock, and I’m already getting hard again.
I take myself in hand, tapping my cock against her clit, loving the way she gasps.
June tugs at the hem of my shirt until I pull it off, then I reach for her shirt and unhook her bra. I pull her closer, taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking. Her nails rake across my back as I release her with a pop, scraping my stubble over the sensitive, wet skin.
“Nick, I’m so close. Please.” Her chest heaves, pressing her tits into me, gliding across my body.
“How do you want me to finish you off, angel?” I rub my dick between her folds, and kiss her, fucking my tongue into her mouth. “Do you want my fingers?”
“No,” she pants.
I angle her head to the side, right where I want her, and kiss her again. “How about my tongue?”
She shakes her head, unwilling to break our kiss.
I tap my dick against her clit again, fast and insistent. “You want me to fuck you full of my cock?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
My hands slip to her ass, holding her as I stand. She locks her legs around my waist as I walk to the back corner, an alcove made from stacked-up and unused furniture.
I press her into the wall, one hand on her ass as I use the other to line my dick up with her slick entrance. I’m mesmerized by the way we fit together, but I tear my gaze from where we’re almost joined to meet her eyes. “I want you just the way you are, June. Not perfect, but mine .”
A strangled sob escapes her lips as she cups my face with her hand. “And you’re mine.”
A smile splits my face, and her answering one cracks my heart in two. I guide myself into her entrance and kiss her. My tongue sweeps languidly in her mouth as I roll my hips into hers. “Always have been, angel.”